I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 78
Marco Rossi visited the Amalfi villa one crisp autumn afternoon, arriving alone on his private yacht. He and Dominic sat on the stone terrace, sharing a quiet drink as they watched the sun reflect off the water. "I'm officially stepping down in New York, Dominic," Marco announced, setting his glass down with a peaceful sigh. "Passing the reins to a younger council. I'm buying a vineyard in Tuscany. I'm finally done playing mobster." Dominic raised his glass in a silent toast. "Welcome to the other side, Marco. It's a hell of a lot better out here."
